Page 87 of No Merciful Corruption

Alejandro’s lips move across the inside of my thigh, kissing every inch of skin there, until he reaches my hip. He peppers kisses along my lower abdomen and keeps one arm hooked around my thigh to hold me steady. I watch as he moves lower and his freehand caresses the shape of me—from ankle to hip—before gently thrusting his fingers inside me.

My breath hitches and I tangle my fingers in his hair to anchor myself.

He watches my reaction closely. Two fingers expertly glide in and out at a pace as deliciously slow as it is torturous. He rubs against my inner walls and every few thrusts, he hooks his fingers to hit that magical place inside of me. Tension builds at the base of my spine as release remains just out of reach. Alejandro pulls all the way out and runs his fingers along the length of my sex before the pad of his thumb pays special attention to my clit. When he rubs a pattern of short, quick circles around my burning skin, a moan rips through me and my nails dig into his scalp.

“What else were you going to do today?” he sounds so calm, as if he isn’t on the verge of making me come so hard I’ll faint. He ceases tracing circles and plunges another finger inside me. The pace he picks up is brutal and deep.

Oh my God…I can’t think.

“Um…I was…” My grip on his hair tightens. “Notes. For gifts.”

“Notes?” Thrust. “What kind of notes?” Thrust. “Thank you notes?”

A sharp sensation bolts down my spine and I tremble beneath him.

“Ah, yes.” He recalls. “For all the wedding gifts.” Thrust. Rub. Withdraw. Repeat. “It was such a beautiful ceremony. All those flowers.”

Tears gather in my eyes and roll down my temples as the momentum slows. The orgasm I’ve been chasing the last few minutes fades to a simmer. My chest expands but no air fills my lungs.

“Alex…please⁠—”

“Please what?”

I whimper in pain when his fingers retract. “My God...”

“If my wife wants to come, she’ll have to ask nicely.”

I grab his face and kiss him hard enough to make our teeth ache.

It catches him off guard but not enough for his fingers to stop thrusting into me. In fact, the orgasm hits the second his tongue enters my mouth like a double assault—sharp but short and if Alejandro wasn’t so keen on consuming me with his mouth I might’ve been more peeved.

All pretense of patience and intimacy is gone. I’d say it’s romantic—how much he wants to kiss me—if the way our bodies collided in this moment wasn’t so animalistic.

I’m clawing at his clothes—belt, zipper, shirt—as he kisses me. He doesn’t let me breathe as he sucks my bottom lip and greedily absorbs every moan and sigh of pleasure that leaves me. In an attempt to take back control I bite down on his bottom lip until the taste of copper floods our mouths but it only spurs him on. He cups my breasts and squeezes, and the delicious pressure helps to alleviate the ache there. As I scramble to yank off his belt and lift his shirt, he lowers his mouth to my nipple and teases the hardened peak between his teeth. He bites down hard enough to make me whimper and I’m certain he’s left a bruise.

He pays the other breast as much attention as the first and when I’ve finally unzipped his slacks, I shove my hand down the front of his boxers and wrap my fingers around his throbbing erection.

At this point, I’ll take him wherever he wants. My mouth, between my legs, in the palm of my hand. I grip him by the base and stroke up and down, gliding my nails along his pulsing flesh until a tremor rocks through him. Then I roll my finger across the wet tip before stroking him again, this time tightening my grip so I can see him wince. He must be too close to finishing because he yanks my hand away and pins both my wrists above my head on the mattress.

I expect him to kiss me again or finally fuck me until I pass out, because God knows I need it, but I’m surprised when he gets up to grab his discarded belt. At first, it doesn’t register what he’s doing and I think he must’ve grabbed it by accident. Only when I feel the sting of the leather chaffing against my wrists as he tightens the loop he just made does it dawn on me.

“Alejandro—”

A yelp leaves my throat when he drags me up the mattress and hooks my bound wrists to the headboard.

Oh…

We’re doing this again.

Heat scorches my skin as I blush from my hairline to the tips of my toes.

“I thought we weren’t going to do this again.”

“Why not?” He tugs on the bindings to demonstrate. “You liked it so much the first time.”

“That was different! I’m not drunk enough for this!”

“Fine. I’ll be quiet and gentle.” I feel his smile against my ear as he kisses me there. “Are you embarrassed?”